God level funny comparison system

Zhang Long and Shi Zhijian stopped in their tracks, looking back, the person who spoke was the chef who was in charge of serving meals for the outer disciples.

The chef stood behind a stone table. On the table were several stacks of clean green and white jade bowls and several meals that were often eaten in Wuyou Continent. There was no meat, and they were all stems and leaves of special flowers and plants.

Seeing Zhang Long looking back at him, the chef rolled his eyes in embarrassment, then smiled mockingly and squinted at Zhang Long.

Although the chef was in charge of the disciples' meals, he was also an outer disciple, but because he was born stupid and his cultivation had not improved for a long time, he was assigned to the kitchen.

Shi Zhijian was also looking at the chef, his big eyes were unblinking, and there was a deep sense of perplexity in them.

"I am a mortal spirit, will I really contaminate you?" Shi Zhijian asked first.

The rest of the people at the scene raised their eyelids resentfully, showing a look of indifference, but the chef sneered and said: "Then who knows, what if it will be contaminated? I don't want to become a pig." Same mortal."

Die Zhijian lowered her head, holding Zhang Long's little hand was trembling again, her delicate voice was obviously a bit depressed and whispered: "Big brother, then, let's not come in in the future, just do as he said .”

"According to what he said?" Zhang Long chuckled lightly, tightened his hands, and said, "What kind of thing is he!"

"What are you talking about? Be careful what you say!" The chef immediately stood up, staring, raised the metal spoon in his hand and pointed at Zhang Long with a stern look on his face.

"Heh." Zhang Long couldn't help laughing, and immediately led the dead to walk forward, staring at the chef as he walked, and said, "You are Sheng Ling? But your talent is so high, otherwise you wouldn't As for being a chef. Oh, yes, being a chef is also a talent."

When the chef was touched, his fat face turned red, and he said angrily, "Boy, are you courting death? Seeing that you are a newcomer, I don't want to argue with you, so I apologize quickly."

"I'm telling you, sir!" Zhang Long suddenly let go of his starry eyes and rushed over.

Originally, Zhang Long didn't want to argue with these disciples. After all, he used to be at the level of a god emperor. It would be disrespectful to fight with these people whose highest cultivation level is only in the psychic stage. The weakness of the dragon.

The dragon swims against the scales, and you will die if you touch it.

Without any energy, Zhang Long is faintly physical strength, but the speed at which he ran brought a gust of wind, everyone's eyes widened, and horror filled their eyes, seeing that Zhang Long's figure was not assisted by any energy. Underneath, a series of afterimages appeared in front of the stone case.

Immediately, he casually threw the food in his hand on the table, and slashed down on the fat head with the palm of his right hand.

"Stinky boy! You dare to follow me..."

"Crack! Bass!"

Looking at Zhang Long's slap without hesitation, the chef felt even more shameful. Although he is not very talented, he has been in Xuanxinzong for some years, and he is also a real master in the mid-acquired stage. Being insulted by a newcomer with no training?

So, he instinctively used the spoon in his hand to meet Zhang Long's slashed palm, and a dazzling silver glow appeared on the silver spoon, which made the spoon even brighter, and went straight to Zhang Long's slashed palm.

However, the moment the palm of the hand collided with the metal spoon attached with energy, with the sound of clicking, the spoon seemed to have turned into paper, and the head of the spoon was smashed in by Zhang Long's flesh and blood palm. , The handle of the spoon slid down from the chef's palm, and the sharp end of the handle pierced into the chef's chest.

"Ah..." The chef's eyes first burst into horror, and then he opened his mouth to scream due to the pain in his chest.

However, before he could stop screaming in pain, Zhang Long's right hand reached out again, the chef's hair was caught, and then he felt his head being pulled and knocked down by an unparalleled force.

Unparalleled strength, the chef stared round, looked at Zhang Long, was stunned, and even forgot to scream in pain, he obviously used his whole body's cultivation, and his body was covered with silver light, but he couldn't compete with Zhang Long's innocence. The physical power of energy fluctuations.

"Boom!" The chef's head hit the heavy stone table in front of him, and the stone table shattered, sending pots and bowls of food flying in all directions.

"Plop." Zhang Long let go of the chef, and the chef automatically fell limp on the ground, his face was upturned, his plump face was already full of red, and his round eyes were still filled with extreme fear. He stared blankly at Zhang Long, frightened. trembling all over.

With that evil smile on Zhang Long's face, he first looked at the palm of his hand that was pulling the other's hair, then gracefully turned his hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe the palm clean, and then threw the handkerchief away.

Raising his hand to stroke the broken hair on his forehead, Zhang Long's eyes fell on the chef's face, and he smiled evilly: "Fool, be careful when you speak in the future, at your level, if you mess with me, you will lose your little one." Fate."

"Gudong." The chef swallowed, looked at Zhang Long like a monster, did not dare to speak, and the panic in his eyes had long been replaced by panic.

In the entire huge cafeteria, hundreds of outer disciples all stood up and looked at Zhang Long with frowning eyebrows. Although they were surprised by Zhang Long's physical strength, they were more angry at Zhang Long's style of hitting as soon as he said it. .

After all, the chef was on the side of these outer disciples. The chef was beaten like this in public by Zhang Long, and they couldn't hold back their faces. Bragging about how powerful he is, if he doesn't teach Zhang Long a lesson now, how will he be respected by these new disciples in the future?

As for those new disciples, most of them are about the same age as Shi Zhijian, and they all look at the scene with ignorant expressions, or look at the scene with lively expressions. I despise Zhang Long a lot, but because of Zhang Long's extraordinary performance just now, he didn't dare to do it.

"Stinky boy, you dare to beat my senior brother, do you still take my Xuanxinzong seriously?" A white-clothed disciple came out, about [-] years old, obviously stayed in Xuanxinzong for some time, He first looked at the blood-stained chef lying on the ground, and then looked at Zhang Long viciously.

As soon as this person came out, the disciples standing on the scene gathered behind him one after another. Obviously, this guy also has some seniority among the outer disciples.

Zhang Long glanced up and down, and he could judge that this guy was about the peak strength of the day after tomorrow just by experience.

"Senior Brother Ten, beat him up! Do you really think you are some kind of yin-yang spirit? You are such an adult, and you don't have any cultivation. If you dare to beat Senior Brother, you are against him."

"That's right, what are you talking about letting that mortal spirit defeat all our disciples in three years' time! It's crazy!"

"Senior Brother Ten, show him some flair, and treat him as punishment for the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall."

Behind the white-clothed disciple, a group of people started booing with embellishment, and the more they talked, the louder they became. In the end, hundreds of people buzzed and shouted, and all of them waved their long swords in a majestic and mighty voice.

The huge cafeteria was divided into two halves. On the passage in the middle, hundreds of disciples from the outer sect stood opposite and shouted, while Zhang Long and Shi Zhijian stood opposite them.

And Dongfang Yan, he still stood in his position and became the only neutral person on the scene, but his brows were tightly furrowed, and there was faint worry in his eyes.

Although these eleven senior brothers are in their early twenties, they don't seem to be as big as Zhang Long, but they are only one step away from the psychic stage. Zhang Long's physical strength is a bit weird, but Dongfang Yan doesn't think Zhang Long can deal with it. Senior Brother Ten, he wanted to help, but seeing so many people, he didn't dare to step forward to stand up for Zhang Long, and he was afraid to even say a good word. He knew very well that if he stood up to speak for Zhang Long at this moment, it would be no different. In order to offend the anger of the public, his life will be difficult when he is outside the door.

However, when he looked at Zhang Long in panic, his anxious heart suddenly became calm as if he had taken a reassurance.

Looking at Zhang Long's upright figure, Dongfang Yan frowned, really wondering where this man got his courage.

He pulled the little Si Zhijian to stand opposite the hundreds of people, and let the hundreds of people shout in unison and wave their long swords. But there was still a smile on his face, and the indifference in his eyes, as if the terrifying formation of hundreds of people on the opposite side was insignificant to him.

"He obviously has no cultivation, how could he have such a heart?" Dongfang Yan looked at Zhang Long in a daze, and murmured to himself in shock. He had also experienced some things, and he knew very well that only people who are used to big scenes I will not be afraid of such a big scene, even Dongfang Yan has lingering fears at the moment when he looks at the formation of hundreds of people, but Zhang Long obviously has no cultivation, but stands upright, without any fear, Dongfang Yan can't figure it out, what is the opponent How did he do it? Did he experience a bigger scene than the one in front of him?How could it be possible that a person with no cultivation could have seen such a big scene.

"Big brother." Amidst the sound of crusading from the crowd, Shi Zhijian shook Zhang Long's big hand, looked up at Zhang Long, his big eyes were a little flustered and at a loss.

Zhang Long bowed his head and smiled gently: "With me here, don't be afraid. Don't feel guilty. You are a mortal. That's right, but mortals are no worse than them, and you won't be contaminated by them. I'm still afraid that they will take you away." It's broken."

"En." Shi Zhijian nodded resolutely, seeing Zhang Longfeng's light smile, she also gained more courage.

"Stinky boy!" The tenth senior brother's face darkened. He had never seen a new student so arrogant. Acting carelessly, do you really think we are scaring you?

"Okay!" He yelled, and walked out with a long sword in hand, "Since you are obsessed with your obsession, then I will bring the elders of the law enforcement hall to punish you, so as to rectify my Xuanxin sect!"

"Your sister Feng! Hurry up if you want to fight, my time is precious." Zhang Long rolled his eyes and cursed in a raised voice.